I'd feel colder when I walk alone (Do you feel alive?)

[wotchesyou]

Who: Tonks and You!
When: All day Friday, Friday gonna explore Anatole on Friday.
Where: Various points in the city itself but in the end she’s going to end up here, at the Memorial Tree to think.
Format: Paragraph to start then whatever tickles your fancy.
What: Exploration.
Warnings: N/A at this point.

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[lumenrelegandus]

One can feel too much too strongly and then just stop. After one's imagined maximum capacity is far exceeded, which it always will be, a true threshold can still be reached. The emptiness that settles shouldn't be maintained. It can't last. For a moment, it can be necessary. It can be peace and relief.

Remus's face went blank for a moment. He couldn't think about gone and nonexistence and new start and true ending or parallel worlds or alternate us or anything at all. There was no thinking a way out of this, no feeling hard enough to change anything, and though he could have chosen to turn thinking and feeling off, for a moment, of their own accord, they just let up.

Unfortunately, this meant he wanted nothing so much at that moment as to just sit perfectly still and alone.

"I'd like that," he said, not knowing exactly in what way it was true but knowing the opposite certainly wasn't. Then, thinking it was probably true that he had something waiting for him but not wanting to lie by saying so, said only, "I should probably go… I'm

[wotchesyou]

Had she said something wrong? Did she come across too strong with the hot chocolate? Tonks opened her mouth to say something and then promptly shut it. She didn't know the reason for his strangeness. It might've not had anything to do with her, she supposed and rather than assuming something she just kept quiet.

His strangeness could entirely be related to Anatole. There was a part of her that wanted to know and ask but another part of her, of slightly larger size, did not want to know. Maybe she shouldn't push. Maybe she should just let it be but Merlin-on-a-broomstick, was it ever hard either way.

"Well, it is getting a bit late. I don't mind at all. I should let you go." She smiled at Remus. She smiled to show that there were no hard feelings at all. Tonks stopped in her tracks. The Outlander Apartments, she believed, were in the other direction. "You have a nice night Remus. I'll catch you around."

((Ending it here is good but you have absolutely no reason to apologize, I assure you. <3))

[lumenrelegandus]

And yet, after all that, he still moved automatically to kiss her. (Undemanding, without motive; pure muscle memory. The natural accompaniment to "goodbye".)

He stopped well short of contact, but perhaps not before the impulse was identifiable.

"Thank you," he said, clumsily, "you too."

In his hurry, he all-but morphed into Moony as he turned and strode away.

[Yay! Thanks bb. -I only apologize for the "could [have chosen to turn…]" that should've been a "couldn't"!!]

[wotchesyou]

Tonks pulled back. Her eyes were large. Had he? No. Her imagination was just in overdrive. Remus had just misstepped. He wasn't klutzy but she was sure that every now and again everyone had one clumsy moment. That was it entirely, it had to be that.

"Right. Goodnight Remus, take care of yourself."

She watched him walk away. When his figure was distant enough, Tonks turned and shook her head. Everything in Anatole was just so bloody bizarre.